Woorden: I Hate Myself. Roy Sullivan, By Lightning Loved.

least expected
seizure of symphony
apoplectic
blind, but now can see
unprotected
take me, love, take me

gentle electric
tingle, touch my cheek
gold and threaded
blind as they
there's no question
my heart skips beats when you're with me

am i graced or grounded?
blessed or burnt to crisp?
through this mud, we're impounded
is this bliss?

the pavement blazes
on my back
this storm, it's savage
left here on some grass
i shake and shiver
took your wounded hand
you sparked and flickered
come back, come back, come back

least expected
seizure of symphony
apoplectic
blind, but now can see
unprotected
take me, love, take me

am i graced or grounded?
blessed or burnt to crisp?
through this mud, we're impounded
this is bliss